“So how do they fly in their dreams?” she asked and smiled slyly. “Well that depends”, I replied, “some use their arms like birds flapping their wings. Others depend on flying aids such as broom sticks and carpets. I once met a girl who flew on a chair. And recently I myself flew on 5 milk boxes with a group of other women”. “Ha!” She smiled with rosy summer cheeks. “I don’t need any aids. And I don’t flap my arms. I lift them like this …” She slid out of bed, gracefully lifted her pink pajama arms and made ever so soft waves in the air. On her toes, swaying in the summer breeze she whispered “and then I take off, up in the air, in whichever direction I please. To where ever I want.” She gazed into fathomless space. “And I prefer to lie down. Then I see more and also my steering is better. See! I have full control!” She closed her eyes and overflew the nursery with a blissful smile.
A lucid dreamer is someone who is aware of dreaming while dreaming – and this lucid dreamer was barely 12 and I had just told her about my interviews with other children on their dreams. She was my daughter and a keen lucid flyer. Not that I had done anything to spark that particular interest. For many years I actually thought lucid dreaming was a boy’s game. You know, being in control. Better, bigger, faster. Being with gorgeous, beautiful women, meeting powerful wise old men, and blissing out either way. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But I found it not quite as serious as working hard and long with personal issues and shadows and beasts and what not in dreams.
Then the natural born lucid dreamers started to appear. My own children as well as many others I met while working as an anthropologist. And I started to see the developmental benefits of this inborn capacity, but also sadly how many children never tell anyone and thus lose it along the way. That’s culture. So when I eventually met Stephan and his Buddhist approach, I gave in and admitted it: Lucid dreaming is not only fun, it is also a perfect path to waking up in life. And it provides short cuts sans pareil to emotional healing.
One of my favorite lucid dream stories comes from 8 years old William who met a roaring tiger and his uncle in disguise. First his uncle shot the tiger, but then he turned into Dracula and tried to kill William as well. Or at least bite him. Being a lucid dreamer, he got out of the trouble by waking himself up and seeking comfort in his parent’s bed and bodies, and thus strengthened he went back into to the dream, determined to meet and transform the scary monsters. “To make everyone friends”, as he put it. And so he did. When asked how, he simply replied: “You just set your mind on it. That’s all.”
William is right. Step one is setting your intention. Decide you want to become a lucid dreamer. But really. In your heart. Then join our lucid dreaming course. We will give you the tools to cultivate your innate ability to wake up in your dreams. And thus in your life.